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She was just a bent old lady Her hair was full of gray
I was just a child of seven Who had stepped outside to play.
Her dress was worn and tattered She looked so frail
and thin But her eyes were warm and caring And she kindly asked me in.
As the morning hours were fading I recall her gentle plea
"Please stay a little longer And enjoy a meal with me."
I had no way of knowing That her shelves were nearly
bare But it didn’t really matter She was glad to have me there.
The meal was small and meager But I felt like I’d been blessed
When I sat there at the table And she served to me her best.
In honor of her memory This moment I will seize
To be thankful for the bounty When we shared a bowl of peas.
I am humbled by her spirit Unblemished through the
years She’s smiling down from heaven As I wipe away these tears.
For she, too, still remembers That warm delightful day
When a little girl of seven Had stepped outside to play.
Unknown
A Dinner of Thanksgiving
"The milkweed pods are breaking,
And the bits of silken down
Float off upon the autumn breeze
Across the meadows brown."
- Cecil Cavendish
Make your appliances really shine.
Rub them over with rubbing alcohol, they will stay shining.
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